A True Friend Is A Friend When

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.

He Whose Wisdom Cannot Help Him, Gets No Good From Being Wise.

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]